Blue could've cast a sky
Yet it refused to draw lines
Apart from numbers
It blinds the hand
Red draws little rounds
too many to count it
looked more of a copper mound
too many to count it
looked more of a copper mound
it lacked
Plants.
Tiny circles cramming each one
built a mountain work of art
and fertile ground
Only there is no green
left in the box
left in the box
It must have been all used up
Sometime.
Purple proposed a fix
to break all sticks in
muted of ash
This angered white.
Purple proposed a fix
to break all sticks in
muted of ash
This angered white.